Free Love Poems
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The Phantom and The Opera

You’re my Anathema, child.And I love it like the thirsty earth loves the drowning rainNow at last I have found a total enigmaThat uplifts my mind away from the pain.My thoughts are the fabrics of dying starsViewed in distant galaxiesThey expand to hide and cover all these scarsCrest and implode within fitful wallsTo be cast and forsaken upon these endless seas You know your song is broken but not as I, forYour derelict is the body and mine is something moreTime heals nothing the tune stays the sameSo I want to compose a new song; I want to make a change.And I see how it takes you and that grandioseWorld that you tend to take me to without a second thoughtTo make me realize those echoes of strange material from which I was wroughtA compassionate person, a tactful child, someone who was not that cold ghostThe solitary soul to sweep you away without moment’s notice and it’s the mostYou’ve ever thought of obsidian until you realize. It’s just a shell. So the angels wept once more, child.